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Broken by words I trace memories like paper-thin chances, Leaking out of wounds too stubborn to heal I reject platelets Like moments And deny the pain is real. I search his face for rejection And leave marks on his body. Complacency kills more than HIV According to HIM… I have too much love to give, so he suggested I get a puppy, Lucky me, I have a filthy projection of my insecurities asking me to spare some of the covers and Not tonight because he has a headache! Well I have a toothache and I still get on my knees and try to fit all of your pity into my mouth and wash it down with waiting. I am no longer online games, ATM, and entourage and purple haze, I am sour, spoiled way past the expiration date I have grown lumpy and thick, sick of my own reflection…. she smiles to much, when the lines in her face resemble pain, doubled over on bathroom floors, fingers smashed closed asking for God to spare my story. He always heard me, but by the time he sent down the blessings I was slowly undressing, peeling off right and wrong and being his one and only If only if it would make him forget the smell of rotting flesh I was dying This piece is way past the point of crying I NEED to GET OUT When a man tells you he loves you Digs in your chest Past the breastplate Self- esteem And God He has gone too far And I allowed it Wrapped my legs around his promises and held on tight Airtight alibies We both knew what ‘forever’ meant It meant as long as I didn’t check your fb As long as you didn’t check my texts We lived blissfully unaware that we kissed with both eyes open Both legs wrapped around another Lover We’ve let this get too… far
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